The Eairy Dam lies chill, its surface flecked

Into ripples by the breeze.  Reeds sway

Ever so slightly where they stand erect,

Red-coated soldiers in martial array

Where the long beams of westering sunlight stray.

A russet-grey the bosom of the pond,

With ruby jets and jabs of gilded spray

That chop and churn against the bank.  Beyond

A row of cottages, a shop, appear,

Deserted chapel, modern villas red;

Laughter of children falls upon the ear

Like vesper bells, before they go to bed.

From far above, ere sunset light has fled,

The evening star shines in the water clear.


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